*Layla*
Anton's words echoed in my mind. My eyes searched his face for answers.
"Anton," I pressed. "I need to know."
Anton sighed, his expression growing somber as he pulled his chair closer to my bedside. "Your father," he carried on. "He was going to turn over evidence against Marco and Dobkin. Evidence of their criminal activities, their corruption within the police force."
"What kind of evidence?" I asked.
"Documents, recordings, witness statements," Anton replied, his gaze fixed on mine. "Enough to bring them down, to expose their crimes to the world."
I shook my head, tears welling up in my eyes once more. "But why...why would they kill him for that? Why not just destroy the evidence?"
Anton's expression darkened, his jaw clenching with barely suppressed anger. "Because they couldn't risk it. They couldn't take the chance that your father had hidden copies somewhere, that the truth would come out eventually. So they decided to silence him...permanently."